#ah... there is so much toxic stuff about them...

[ro-bee]

You say it can be rare for Goat to be kind to wolf Nari how does Goat usually act with wolf Narinder?

TOXIC YAOYURI!!

no but i think i said somewhere how complicated they are haha

goat has mixed feelings for wolf because they're still really angry at wolf for what happened in the past (they need someone to blame since the bishops aren't here anymore) but wolf is also the only person that knows them well enough that they feel kinda safe with him.

on the other hand wolf is really people pleaser... he feels guilty for what happend to goat and ofthen let them do and treat him ovewer they want without complaining (but i think he would react if goat really exagerate with their vendetta)

so yeah is this whole mess... maybe they can get fixed

but anyway

[suiana]

kind of orv inspired but imagine yandere! reader who has you as his favourite character

you know how people all have their fav characters and stuff? yeah, you're his. and he's a BIG fan. calls himself your #1 fan and WILL protect you to death. he's obsessed but hey, we've always liked our men obsessive and devoted, don't we?

he's literally worse than a toxic kpop fan 💀 oh someone says another character is cuter? well they're WRONG. someone says that THEY'RE your number one fan? yeah well he's doxxing them on 4chan🤷 there can only be one number one fan you know.

if anyone even mischaracterizes you, you can be sure that this man is typing out whole ass essays to defend your pride and image. no you wouldn't be a damn cheater or a player like who even came up with that💀

it's even worse if you're from a shitty fandom or something because the whole world would be against you and this guy would be bullied for even trying to do anything.

but he still protects you anyway because he'd never betray you like that #yournumber1fan #iloveyou

also somehow your entire universe becomes real :3

so obviously he's taking this chance to prove to you how much he absolutely adores you...

"erm... excuse me sir do you know where i-"

"OH MY GOD IT'S MY SHAYLA😍😍 no way no way no way is this real? im not dreaming right- SHIT i got to calm down... sorry, am i scaring you? it's just, ah, I'm like your biggest fan and I'm literally obsessed with you! i literally have ten fanpages just fo you and i still think-"

"oh! um..."

yeah, he doesn't know how to act normal around you. but it's... slightly endearing? i mean, you have a massive fan that knows a little bit too much about your personal life now but at least it isn't that bad... right?

wait until he brings you back to his home 😜

whole ass rooms dedicated to you, merchandise everywhere... you know those ita bags where people just have stuff FULL of their favourite characters? yeah, he has one of you because he's chill like that. and also, he has a pillow with your face on it???

"i swear i just really love you I'm not weird or something. this is totally normal and i have the money to do this so why not? I'm just really in love with you."

"haha... thank you? I'm flattered i suppose..."

"we should get married."

let's just hope you have powers or some sort of fighting ability because this guy will NEVER let go of you ever again.

[genderqueerdykes]

just kind of throwing this at your wall, sorry in advance. saw the post about "kill all men" and got really upset

im a trans guy. my boyfriend is cis, and im the first guy hes dated before. (sees me fully as whatever i want to be, does not care about my gender expression and loves me for me. great guy). he doesnt have many friends from being asocial as a teenager, so most of his friends are my trans friends!

of course. like every trans group seems to fall prey to, theres always the "all [CIS] men are bad" conversation that comes up somehow. and i never really thought much of it, because in my head itd be "ah yeah all men Except My Boyfriend"

but he and i were talking after some drinks, and he made a point that really struck me. about how he doesn't like being The Exception to the point, that he's still a man and has no interest in being anything But a man. so when people say stuff like that, he gets uncomfortable; not because He IS The Problem (like everyone who gives the "if youre saying not all men, youre the men" argument) but because it makes him feel ostracized from everyone. and idk, it really struck me.

we say stuff like that way too often in an attempt to exclude certain groups of people; and i feel like we end up excluding people close to us by proxy.

thanks for listening

i really appreciate you for taking the time to send this. i've been meaning to talk about this and have been forgetting. the following is of course not directed at you, anon, it is directed at people who behave like this

you're not feminist, progressive, cool, pro-queer rights or funny for saying "kill all men". you are exposing that you are a violent and dangerous person for believing that people should be profiled and literally killed for their gender or PERCEIVED gender.

this doesn't make people like you more. it outs you as a danger. how do we know you won't turn that hatred toward women whenever you feel like changing the goalposts? i can't trust someone like that to not turn that hatred toward other genders, either. YOU are the dangerous person you are profiling men as. you can't use men as a scapegoat for everything. sometimes YOU are the violent person who needs help.

your boyfriend shouldn't have to feel like that. like people have never really cared about gay men but people just straight up gave up all pretenses that they do and i hate it. cis men are not inherently evil. cis men can still be queer. cis men can still be good people. your boyfriend shouldn't have to feel isolated because he's cis. that's profiling. he belongs. why do people assume that everyone with a partner who is a man hates them? not everyone is choosing to be in a relationship with someone they hate. i understand that some people will date someone no matter who just to have a partner so they're not lonely, but not everyone does this. some people genuinely love their boyfriends

i'm sorry you both have dealt with this. i hope things can improve because men don't deserve to feel like this. this is why toxic masculinity exists in the first place. we have to stop reinforcing that men are evil monsters. they won't stop believing that if we keep telling them that forever. stay safe. your boyfriend is not a bad person & deserves to have a wonderful life.

[emeraldcity1900]

the history of animation in a nutshell

Early 1900s: hey what if comic strips could like move?

Late 1910s early 1920s hey what if we mashed this up with live action people?

late 1920s: hey what if this thing had sound?

Early to mid 1930s: hey what if this had people actually talking and also color?

late 1930s: hey you know that super cool movie that one lady animated with paper cut out silhouettes? What if we did that with painted cells? Would people even pay to see that? Never mind it turns out the answer is yes.

1940s: ah shit most of our animators got drafted and/or hate us now cause we weren’t paying them. IT’S PROPAGANDA TIME BABY. Also haha hitler got hit with a mallet and also the most racist depictions of Japanese people ever.

1950s to 1960s : oh what’s this newfangled thing? Television? What if you could air cartoons on it? Oh fuck no I ain’t paying that much to get the charecters to have different backgrounds and for the charecters to like, move fluidly. Also manga and anime are steadily growing more popular.

1970s: (Ralph Bakshi walks into a comics store and finds a furry comic) X rated animated movie? *cue the screams of mothers and their unsuspecting children now being introduced to the revolutionary idea that cartoons don’t equal kids stuff? WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO?

1980s to 1990s: we can have full on animated Broadway musicals? Wait, what do you mean animated movies can count for the Oscar’s? What do you mean now they get their own catagory because the academy still thinks their for babies? Anime and manga are taking off in the west. SWEET JESUS WHAT DRUGS ARE THE JAPANESE ON SHOWING THIS SHIT TO KIDS. But also why is it so fucking good. Maybe some of these aren’t even meant for kids? Wait We can sell toys to kids with cartoons? Wait we can actually put effort into these cartoons on television? The fuck to you mean we can animate in 3D now? What do you mean we can have well animated, well written sitcom shows like the simpsons? What do you mean you can make cartoon charecters say fuck? What drugs are creators at Nickelodeon on? Do I even want to know?

2000s: oh my god, there is this one show that I really like cause it’s really well written and genuinely funny but I can’t talk about it because it’s animated and we all know cartoons are for babies right? Oh look it’s the transformers movie, look how far CGI has evolved so we can make the transformers in a movie.

2010s: holy shit I know these shows are for kids but they’re just well written and have so much meaningful things to say about the world. Wait, it’s cool to like cartoons now? They they have fandoms for this? Fuck yeah I’m in. (Enters one of the most notoriously toxic fandoms of all time) THEY HAVE GAY PEOPLE IN THESE SHOWS NOW? AND COMPLEX EMOTIONAL STORYTELLING? AND ADULT ANIMATED SHOWS CAN BE MORE THAN JUST SITCOMS WITH THE SAME JOKES AND STYLE? WHY IS IT THAT EVERY DISNEY CARTOON SINCE GRAVITY FALLS INCLUDE THINGS THAT GET MORE AND MORE FUCKED UP? WHY DO I FUCKING LOVE IT? WHY THE FUCK DID DISNEY DO THE OWL HOUSE DIRTY LIKE THAT?

2020s: I got this show I wanna pitch but it dosen’t fit into any box that the networks want and also I’m afraid that they’ll just randomly cancel it before I can finish the story I want to tell. Wait, I can just post the pilot on my YouTube channel, see if anybody actually likes this thing I made and just make the show independently? FUCK THE NETWORK! I AM THE NETWORK

[hikarry]

I'm not really on the team that swears to Jesus and beyond that Crowley lost his memories after the Fall. Yes, of course, he forgot some stuff because, ya know, he has been alive for more than 6000 years and if I don't remember what I ate for lunch yesterday, Satan knows he won't remember every single second of his life, but he remembers the important things

"Ah, but what about him not remembering fighting alongside FurFur or building the thingy with Saraqael?"

Love, I give you two options:

Those are either some of the stuff he didn't consider important enough to remember OR he is just straight up fucking with them. He does remember, but why reveal it if playing dumb sometimes is good in the long run? Might be useful

Alas, I don't know, but I will die on the hill that he does remember

Which means he most probably remembers meeting Aziraphale. Not because Aziraphale was "important" at the time per se, or because it was love at first sight (because it wasnt, not for him. Bro was so focused on the nebula he didnt even introduce himself when Aziraphale did. He threw him a "Right. Nice to meet ya. Anyway, nebula time!"), but because he was there when Crowley created the nebula and, as he said, he had been waiting for that moment since "well, always". It's an important moment for him, so he remembers. Aziraphale just so happened to be present

I don't know if that was the only interaction they had in Heaven or not (and that's not the point I'm trying to get to so I will ignore that problem for a later post, maybe), but when the now Demon Crawley was sent up to the Garden, he did remember Aziraphale. That's why he approached him

Cmon, Crowley isn't stupid. Of course he wouldn't approach an angel on the wall just willy nilly and make conversation. He didn't know Aziraphale had given away the flaming sword yet. Just approaching an angel from behind and morph into a demon next to him out of nowhere could be a death sentence. Or at least an A Line for a good smitting

Yet, he did it. He had at least 3 other angels to choose from but he approached the angel that he remembered from back in the beginning that was kind enough to help him with the engine of the nebula. Hell! I even bet this was not the first time they saw each other in the Garden!

Bet they've seen and observed each other from afar a few times while they interacted with the humans (yes, cause I believe Crawley, before tempting Eve, tried to gain her trust. It's easier to listen to a friend than a random snake) or just around the Garden really.

That's why Aziraphale didn't get surprised when Crawley showed up at the wall, because he knew the demon snake had been around the Garden for a while. He probably even recognized him as the former Star Maker and hoped he was still a little bit of his old self so he allowed himself to engage in conversation

Anyhow, another clue? This:

He remembers how Heaven works. He remembers he was a high ranking angel. Satan, he remembers the bloody passwords!

Do you know what else he remembers?

Cause they didn't throw that line in there for nothing. No, gents. Cmon. Nothing is random in Good Omens

He knows who he was. He remembers being the Star Maker that hung the stars in the sky

He remembers why he fell, for goodness sake

And the fact that he remembers everything makes all of it so much more tragic, doesn't it? He remembers his life before the Fall, his supposed friends that dragged him into the pit with them, what Her love felt like, the "mistakes" he made that led to his Fall

And it must have hurt. It must have hurt so much when he found himself in a pit of boiling sulfur with his wings completely burned and without Her love because he remembered it all. He must have been so bloody confused for so long

He might have regretted it. All the questions and the company he kept that made him Fall. But he doesn't anymore.

He knows he doesn't need Heaven, he doesn't need Hell. They are toxic. All he needs is his pacific fragile existence on Earth with Aziraphale and yet...well, that's something else he won't forget now, is it?

*clears throat*

I rest my case

[rainrot4me]

Rain’s Kinktober 2024 - 05

Clockwork x Gender Neutral Reader - Jealousy/Friends w/ Benefits

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Jealousy, toxic, cunnilingus, possessive, friends with benefits, miscommunication, domination, angry sex, degradation

Tag: #rainykinktober2024

Words: 2.0k

A/N: Let’s ignore the canon fact that she doesn’t like to be called Natalie anymore… It’s weird to write out someone moaning the name ‘Clockwork’ HAH

Jingling through your keys, you finally found the one to your front door and shoved it into the lock, pushing the door open. The warmth of your house was much preferred over the chilly night air outside, shedding your jacket once you stepped in and hooking it onto the coat rack. Your friend stepped in with you, closing the door behind herself.

It was hard to see, shoveling around in the dark in search of the light switch, flicking them on once your fingers brushed it. Everything was how you left it the night before, walking towards the kitchen as you tossed your bag onto the counter.

“You can just toss your stuff in my bedroom.”

She nodded, turning down the hall and hauling her backpack with her.

You went about turning your old coffee pot on, pushing your sleeves back as the stout smell of coffee brewing warmed the air. In the mood for a sandwich this late, you collected a few pieces of bread from the pantry and all the other things you preferred, setting everything out, enough for the two of you.

You and your friend from work were planning a little late-night drinking and movies, her boyfriend freshly dumping her and leaving you to console her. You didn’t mind, more than willing to spend a night talking crap and relaing. It was going to be a good night. But as you reached for a knife in the neat knife block you kept, you flinched as you noticed one was missing.

Stepping back, you looked around, searching to make sure you hadn’t unknowingly moved it.

But when you heard the small tap of the blade against something stiff, you turned, pressing your back against the counter.

“Hi, angel.”

“Ah, Natalie… You scared me.”

The girl stood relaxed against the doorframe leading into the kitchen, her arms crossed as she tapped the blade's edge against the clock face lodged into her eye socket. You cringed at every tap, back stiffening straight as you watched her, contents of your meal long forgotten. She had broken in…

Clockwork was no stranger in your home, or to you. Being childhood friends, you had seen the thick and the thin of it, always more than willing to lend your aid when all the shit with her life went down. What neither of you really expected, was the staggering amount of times she would find her way into your bed.

It was nothing serious, just time to blow off steam and be gone by morning, back to whatever life she had away from you. Natalie had her life and you had yours, occasionally mixing the two when you both needed it.

But that didn’t stop the uneasy feeling you got when she pressed off the frame and began to saunter towards you.

“Who’s that?” She slid past the counter, angling the blade of the knife to tap against the polished wood, tapping rhythmically.

“Just a friend.” You could hear her coming back down the hallway, light footsteps pattering closer. You gave a weary look to Clockwork, fingers gripping onto the counter as she appeared in the doorway. She stopped, stunned that another person had appeared, rightfully so. You were just hoping Natalie didn’t decide to turn around and give the poor girl a full view of her left eye.

“[Y/N]? Who’s this?” The air was tense as you looked towards her, weary eyes faking a half-smile. Clockwork was staring daggers down at you, arms crossed and fingers gripped tightly around the hilt of the knife, a warning. You knew what it meant.

“Uh, an old friend. Sorry, but… do you think we could do this another night? I’ll make it up to you.” You gave a sad smile, internally begging her to just agree and leave, glances quick between her and the brunette hovering above you, her demeanor growing impatient.

“Uhm… Sure, yeah. I’ll just, uh, see myself out…” You let out a sigh as she stepped back down the hallway and collected her stuff, a concerned final look as she waved goodbye and quickly left. Clockwork didn’t move until she heard the rumble of your friend’s car leaving the driveway, finally sliding the knife onto the counter as she stepped closer, invading your space.

“What was that for?” You asked, exasperated at her rudeness. You went to press off the counter, ready to kick her out yourself when a firm hand gripped the underside of your jaw. You gasped, fingers pressing into your cheeks and keeping you looking at her face, a scowl plastered as Natalie leaned down to your level.

“Wanna really tell me what was going on here?” Her grasp tightened, a little whimper slipping past as you clawed at her arm.

“I told you, she’s just a friend-”

“Oh, like how I’m just a friend? That’s cute. Were you planning on showing her your idea of being friendly?”

She was mad, eye glaring and teeth gritted as she taunted you. She smiled at your pitiful attempt to struggle against her. You had no idea, but Natalie had just gone through a bad night and all she wanted was to bury herself between your thighs and forget about it.

But when she heard a second pair of footsteps follow you in, she couldn’t help the swell of jealousy that took over her. You didn’t belong to her or see yourself in a relationship with her, but that didn’t stop the possessive tendencies the brunette experienced. You may not be hers, but that cunt sure was. Clockwork was just plain angry, now.

“Nat…” You tried to groan out, but she was shoving you down onto your knees, hand still holding firm on your jaw. Watching through weary eyes, she began to undo her belt, slacking the leather to the side as she unzipped her ragged jeans. It was hard not to whine and struggle against her, your little noises egging her on.

“Sorry? What was that?” She was pushing her jeans down to her midthigh, leaning back against the counter as she dragged your head closer, tangling her hands against the sides of your head. You gasped, hands stabilizing yourself on her knees as you knelt before her, face level with her boxer briefs. “I think you should thank me for not killing her in the first place.”

Reluctantly, you nodded, curling your fingers into the waistband and tugging them down her thighs. You pushed her jeans down to her ankles, shaky hands gripping her knees as she spread her legs further, smiling down at you.

You didn’t get a minute to think before she was pulling your head in, shoving your lips against her warm cunt and sighing above you. You got to work, knowing full well that only doing what she said was the way to get her out of this fit. Spreading your lips, you lapped your tongue through her folds, her hands tight on your head as she groaned, pushing her hips further.

Running your tongue over her clit, she's hissing, angling your head up so she can rut her hips down. She’s practically bullying her cunt onto your tongue, the muscle running through her folds and collecting her slick with little consideration for you or your ability to breathe.

“Such a fuckin’ brat. You seriously- ah- seriously think you can just dismiss me for a friend. I didn’t know friends begged each other to fuck them, angel.” She was being mean and she knew it, your pouty eyes telling her you didn’t mean any harm; didn't stop the swell of anger she felt when she saw you inviting someone else into your home. This was hers.

You whine as you suck on her throbbing clit, her arousal coating your lips as you drank her up. You want to pull back and spew your apologies, pleading that nothing was going to happen, that you belonged to her. But she kept her grasp tight and your face shoved into her cunt, your tongue pressing into the tight ring of her entrance as she groaned. She tasted so good, your fingers gripping her legs as you nudged your jaw open further to soak against her swollen folds.

“See? You’re so easy. It takes nothing before you’re begging to please me like a dog, hah-” Despite her harsh words, her thumbs brushed your cheeks, pushing your hair out of your face as she kept her eye on you. You stared with fluttering eyes at every desperate push of your tongue, leaving her groaning and hissing as she rutted against you.

Your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are watery, but Clockwork persists, chasing that twinge in her gut at the way you whine and huff against her cunt.

“So, tell me. Were you- hah- were you planning to show her how good your tongue feels?” You’re shaking your head, trying to at least as Natalie’s fingernails press against the back of your head, tangling into your hair.

“Or, maybe how nice that ass looks after it’s all red with handprints…” The hungry smile plastered on her face has you whining, fingernails digging into the muscle of her legs as you pressed your knees into the tile of the kitchen floor. Your jaw was beginning to hurt, lips suckling on her clit as Clockwork’s thighs tense around your head.

“No- M’promise- Nat-” But her head is tilting back, she writhes as you moan into her wet cunt, the vibrations sending white-hot pleasure running up her spine.

“Tell me who you belong to, then, angel.” Clockwork knew she didn’t really own you, too caught up in her life and past to settle down and really take you for herself. But this: this view, your body, your mouth, yeah- those were hers. She wasn’t going to share, no matter how crazy she sounded.

“Mnh, you- Just you- Mnn-” You bully your tongue back into the tight stretch of her cunt, her walls fluttering around your tongue as you nudge your jaw up, shoving your nose against her clit.

“Sorry- aha- come again?” She was close, the way her thighs trembled and voice became shaky giving it away.

“Nata- Natalie- All yours-”

Maybe it’s the sickly sweet way you moan her name against the slick of her puffy cunt. Or maybe it was the way you ground your jaw as you plunge your soft tongue deeper into her plushy walls. But most of all, it was how you looked up at her, bright eyes fluttering with eager intent, filled with nothing but want.

Because she’s cumming, and cumming so messily all over your mouth. “Fuck- Yeah, mhn-”

But you don’t stop, continuing to dip your tongue into the velvety flush of her cunt as Clockwork strains above you, clenching the back of your head tight against her. It finally takes her dragging you back by the hair, her heavy eyes and flushed face bending down to yours. Her slick is glossed so prettily all over the bottom half of your face, a thumb coming to swipe at your lips before she’s shoving her lips against yours. You both groan, tangling your hands into each other's hair as she drags you back up to your feet.

It’s a blur of haze as she’s dragging her jeans back up, wrapping a tight fist around the back of your neck and holding you tight against her.

“I think I deserve to watch this ass bounce on my strap, yeah? What’dya say, angel?” A lazy nod and you’re being tugged down the hall towards your bedroom, cold coffee long forgotten.

It was toxic, and nasty, and possessive as fuck, but you both knew it was perfect for each other. Your lives were so different, so intense, so if you could spare your nights for just a while- being a little jealous wasn’t so bad.

Natalie kept a hold on what was hers, and maybe, you could be one of those some day, too.

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[spideyhexx]

oct. 11th - mrs. plinth

Husband!Sejanus Plinth x Wife!Female!Reader x Coriolanus Snow

mdni!!! wc; 3.3k cw; cuckholding, p in v, some degradation, cheating, toxic reader really, lil bit of a breeding kink

kinktober 2024 masterlist

a/n; ah, the return of coryo and sejanus together in a fic. we talked about this idea/plot a while ago and it needed an appearance, so here you go lovelies!!! Enjoy!!!

Every brush of Coriolanus’ fingers was another bought of sin dumping itself all over your body. And you let yourself marinate in it each time. How could you not? Coriolanus and his perfect hair and clothes of refinery and voice as smooth as butter, it would be a complete loss if you gave up on the agreement you had with him, even after he married Livia Cardew. Even after you married Sejanus Plinth. 

You would lose the feel of his strong hips and all encompassing hands, his lips that get redder the more you kissed him and the sight of his gelled hair messy and unkempt. Not to mention the rare tender moments post-sex where Coriolanus would complain about almost everything in his life except you. 

Except you. You were excluded from Coriolanus’ complaint list which was a compliment without being a compliment. He’d be laid out, naked and panting, allowing you to share his proximity and exchange soft words until he inevitably had to leave. He was always coming to your penthouse. Livia was around too much. Sejanus too naive. But he worked. So the better option was always your apartment. 

Coriolanus came barreling into the penthouse this late morning, the keys you gave him clanging against the dish on the small foyer table. You’re in the kitchen sipping coffee. At first you think Sejanus forgot something, but you see that glimpse of Coriolanus’ hair before you see his face. 

He looks angry. His eyes icier than ever, his brow knit and his hair isn’t gelled to perfection. Disregarding the fact you weren’t expecting him right now, you don’t give him a look of shock. All you do is tilt your head at him as he nears closer, “Coriolanus, what’re you-”

His hands cup the mug in your hand and gingerly set it down on the counter behind you, then they cup your face, forcing your head up. Coriolanus slots his lips to yours in a heated passion. There’s little hesitation on your end. A surprise visit is welcomed in your eyes. You loved Sejanus. You really did love the man. He was sweet, he took care of you, he paid attention to you, he cooked, he did everything someone would want in a husband. 

But nothing lit a fire in your stomach the way his ‘best friend’ did. Nothing would ever compare to the way Coriolanus kissed you hungrily every single fucking time his lips met yours. He holds your face with a firm grip, keeping you from backing out of it, though you were not planning to. Your hands found his sides, rubbing them in what you consider a soothing manner. The nosiness in your nature wanted to know what he was so angry about. Livia? Sejanus? Work? It couldn’t be you. Couldn’t be. 

Coriolanus sinks his teeth to your bottom lip in a quick bite, then he sucks on it, smirking at your little moan. His thumbs span across your cheekbones in slow rubs, nipping your lips before giving you a break. 

You breathe out your words the moment he breaks it, “What’s wrong?” 

“Quick,” he mumbles, squeezing your face gently. Also quick. 

“What. Is. Wrong,” you repeat, enunicating each word, leaning up to caress his jaw with your mouth, coaxing an answer out of him. What you’ve learned from these years of rendezvousing with Coryo is that you might be the only woman, only person who could coax deep, dark things out of him. Not that this would be that, but it did not mean you wouldn’t use those skills. 

His jaw tightens and he keeps rubbing his thumbs on your cheeks like it’ll magically calm him down but his eyes glare still. “Livia. Just Livia…stuff.”

You raise your brow at his vagueness but the little hint that it was marital problems making him this agitated. You kiss right under his jaw, then let your teeth graze his skin. Coriolanus’ breath is heavy and he pushes his hips up to yours, crowding you against the kitchen counter. 

“She was just pissy that I’m busy all the time, that’s all,” Coriolanus concedes, but there must be more to it than that. They fight all the time about how he’s busy. And he is. Between working in his position as the Head Gamemaker and fucking you, he had little time for Miss Cardew, ahem Mrs. Snow. 

“Are you sure it’s not cause you’re barely fucking her?” 

Coriolanus scowls at you, his left hand dropping to your hip while his right grabs around your jaw, “Don’t be so crude about it,” he tells you. If you didn’t know better, you’d scoff in his face, but you had no reason to anger him more right now. Coriolanus would never truly admit that he’s just as crude as you can be. 

“So it is that?” You question, but your tone is airy. Your lips sliding into their dignified place. A smirk, to which he can’t keep his scowl too long. He rolls his eyes though. 

“Partially, yes,” Coriolanus tells you, squeezing at your hip and dipping his head back down to chase your lips. A spark runs through you and you glide your hands up his chest to his shoulders, before you lock your hands behind his neck, pulling him close. He lets you, let you steal him into the kiss, his hips jutting a bit to yours in a silent plea to take things further, but all you can focus on are his lips. 

You fucking loved that Livia was pissed about that. Coriolanus knew that. Jealousy was never in your blood, but you did feel a spark of confidence whenever Coriolanus admits he hasn’t been sleeping with his own wife when he’s supposed to be making the heir to his fortune. No, instead he’s been balls deep in you, emptying himself into you every two days until he was spent. You can’t say you’re not in a similar position with your own husband. Sejanus was a sweet lover. There was nothing inherently bad about the way he took you, but that’s almost the problem. It wasn’t sex and it wasn’t fucking, something you craved, something animalistic and primal was what you wanted. You might have mentioned it subtly to him once or twice, but Sejanus was merely not as confident in himself as he should be. 

Coriolanus presses his hips to you again, now sporting a hard-on from the way your tongue trails his lips and slides into his mouth with no purpose but to lure him in. Your skin feels hotter, his fingers digging into your jaw, while the other tries to bunch up the nightgown you’re wearing. You would have let the man fuck you against the counter Sejanus was making his lunch on this morning, but the front door opens. 

Coriolanus pulls away from you in an instant, face flushed and lips swollen, “Maid?”

You’re about to speak when Sejanus’ honeyed-voice calls out, “Sweetheart?”

Coriolanus’ nose wrinkles and he’s most likely going to slam his hand on the counter but you catch it, and push him back, taking a couple steps forward, and straightening your nightgown as best you can just as Sejanus rounds the corner into the kitchen. 

Sejanus looks to you, then to Coriolanus, who leans back against the counter behind you. “Coriolanus,” he says, giving the other man a nod, to which Coryo only gives a nod back. You’re sure your husband is assessing. He would see Coriolanus’ lips are redder. That you’re both slightly disheveled. You haven’t looked but you’re sure Coriolanus’ bulge is hard to hide. 

Now, Livia may not know of the affair. But Sejanus, he knew. 

He caught the two of you around three months ago. It took a lot of softly spoken words and convincing but you got Sejanus to believe this was okay. It did not mean he liked it. But he allowed it. Coriolanus gave you a kiss on the mouth for it when you told him. 

“I just…forgot my notebook,” Sejanus says, his eyes still darting between you two. You catch his gaze go down to Coriolanus’ crotch and it almost makes you feel that stupid pit of jealously you never feel. 

You shake those thoughts away. Sejanus looked at Coriolanus’ crotch. Oh you’re spinning. You always thought there was something between those two men, though you never pushed it. Sejanus would get too blushy and Coriolanus would probably explode. Maybe that’s why Sejanus was able to brush past the fact you’re fucking Coriolanus, but you couldn’t be completely sure. 

Everyone always called you impulsive for a reason. 

“Oh, I’m not sure where it is. Have you seen it Coryo?” You look back at him and he raises a confused brow at you. He knows you better than your husband does. He knows you’re playing at something, but what, he doesn’t know. 

“No?” 

“It’s probably just in the bedroom,” Sejanus says, having made no move to walk to the master suite of your penthouse. He shifts on his feet and you glance back over to him for a few seconds, before you land your gaze to Coriolanus again. 

You take the three steps over to him, grab his face and pull him into a hard kiss, a bruising one that has his breath shortening upon impact and his hands wrapping around you. You hear some sort of gasp leave your husband, but you don’t pull away. Neither does Coriolanus. Whether he’s figured out your game or not, you can’t stop kissing him, knowing Sejanus is staring. You don’t hear footsteps, you don’t hear him say anything, all you can hear is the wet smacking of your lips to Coriolanus’ and the man’s heavy breaths breathing a new sort of life into you. 

You don’t stop Coryo when he ruts his hips into yours, making you feel how hard he is, that he’s not planning on backing down for whatever you’ve got brewing in your head. It spurs you on, leaning your head back and breaking the kiss, letting Coriolanus taint your neck in sin as your eyes lock to Sejanus’. 

He’s flushed, mouth slightly parted. A hand to the counter near the doorway and his pants tight. 

You moan. 

Coriolanus lifts his head, having not expecting the sound yet, but he glances to Sejanus, notices the same thing you did, then shares a look to your husband. 

…

It was a blur. Coriolanus tugging you to your bedroom, to yours and Sejanus’ bedroom. Telling Sejanus to come with, Sejanus actually following. 

In your fantasy, Sejanus would cut the shit and kiss the life out of you, fuck you like he should and show he’s your husband, but the perfect fantasy comes instead when Coriolanus nudges on Sejanus shoulder towards an armchair, then he grabs your waist, picking you up and practically throwing you on the bed.

It makes you stare at him a little wide-eyed, his finger working the buttons of his shirt, “I’ll show you what we do,” he says to Sejanus, who’s sitting back in the chair just as wide-eyed as you are. But god, the fucking noticeable tent in his pants makes you squirm, moving to push your nightgown up over you, but Coriolanus swats your hands away, “No keep it on.”

Coriolanus kicks his shoes off and lets his shirt fall to the ground, standing at the foot of the bed and holding his hand out for you. You turn over and crawl to him. You wonder if he thinks you’ll hesitate now that you’re in front of Sejanus, but you want to prove otherwise. Have to. 

Have to see the look on your husband’s face. So without a thought of anything, once you’re close, you let Coriolanus’ hand rest to your head and you nuzzle your face into his groin, nose sliding along the length of his cock that’s visible through the fabric. 

“She’s a whore for it,” Coriolanus mumbles, to himself, to you, to Sejanus, who knows. You almost comment, ‘crude,’ but you’re too busy finding his tip and latching your lips over the fabric so you can hear his breach hitch and his hand press down on your head. 

“You don’t have to call her that,” Sejanus speaks for the first time. His hand is over his lap and his eyes are glued to the scene. 

Coriolanus chuckles, “I don’t. But she likes it. Did you know that?” He pushes his hips up to your face more, then shoves your head away, undoing his belt as he looks over at Sejanus. 

“Well? Did you know that?”

Sejanus swallows, watching you wait patiently for Coriolanus as he drops his belt and pushes his pants down, followed by his boxers. 

“N-No,” Sejanus says, eyes stuck on Coriolanus’ hard, dripping cock in the same way you would look at it, which you are, reaching under your nightgown to take your panties off. Once they’re at your ankle, Coriolanus grabs them and tosses them to Sejanus, “There fuck those.”

You want to laugh so bad. Coriolanus is a fucking lunatic and you love him. God, you love him You love that fucking man, what the fuck.

Coriolanus kneels onto the bed with you, leaning in to kiss you. It’s softer than you would expect it to be, then he trails kisses from your lips to your cheek to your ear, whispering, “don’t speak too much. I can do it. Just enjoy yourself.” You give a slight nod and he nips your ear, turning your body over. 

You take his lead and lean your head down to your plush pillows, your backside raised and ready for him. 

Coriolanus pushes your nightgown up around your hips and rubs his fingers on your ass, massaging the skin as he spares Sejanus a look. “I haven’t touched her,” he starts, glancing between your legs, “but I can see it. She’s soaking. Already a wet fucking mess for…,” Coriolanus purposely trails off, teasing his knuckles against your cunt, and pressing one of them to your hole, kneading his knuckle against it. 

“For me, mostly…but she fucking loves you’re watching, Sej.”

Sejanus swallows, but his mouth is dry. His hand instinctively rubs to his bulge and Coriolanus sees it. Smirks at it. 

He rubs his knuckle against your cunt in slow dragging movements that have your head spinning. Coryo drops his other hand to his cock, giving it a slight tug before lining it up more to you. “Bet she’s been so happy she doesn’t have to hide this,” Coriolanus all but murmurs, taking his knuckle away, but quickly replacing it with the tip of his cock, rubbing it through your lips, getting himself wet with you. 

“Oh, I wish you could feel this right now, Sejanus,” Coriolanus groans, watching you nuzzle your cheek to the pillow in annoyance over how much he’s teasing you. And his words. Of course. 

“Yeah,” Sejanus replies, but then he gets a burst of something because you hear him say, “I know what that feels like. To do that to her.” 

Coriolanus hums in thought to that as he starts to sink himself into you. It’s torture, only feeling the head of his dick inside you, somewhat easing a slight tension, but nearly not enough. You’re almost more surprised he’s holding back so much when he normally can’t, but maybe it has to do with your husband sitting in the armchair nearby. Maybe. 

 “You know some if it,” Coriolanus says, voice huskier as he pushes more of himself into you, “but she’s not getting fucked by you, Plinth.” 

He thrusts the rest of himself into you, your cunt taking him like it’s meant to be there, his hands grasping your waist as you moan out. 

“I don’t know how you can’t fuck her,” he grunts, drawing his hips back and slamming then back into you, a half-smile gracing his lips when you grip to the sheets tighter. 

“I-I do,” Sejanus says, his hand still palming himself. 

“No. You don’t. You make love to your beautiful fucking wife but you don’t do this.” There’s venom to his words, like he’s upset on your behalf, like he wishes your husband fucked you hard and rough, snapped his hips you like Coriolanus is doing now, the sound of his skin hitting yours getting more apparent. 

You moan for Coriolanus, asking for it harder and he really does try not to laugh. But he does. This is so perfect. “Are you hearing her? Poor Mrs. Plinth needs a good fucking and you’ve been keeping her from it?”

You can’t see Sejanus. And Coriolanus knows this too. He knows especially when you try to turn your head to catch a glimpse, but he distracts you with a particularly sharp thrust of his hips, leaning his body down over you. You can feel the sweat of his chest and his ragged breath to your ear as he murmurs, “Baby, he’s touching himself. He’s getting off on it, so don’t worry your pretty little head.”

His words only make you whimper, and Coriolanus’ hand collides to your ass in only one slap before leans back up. “At this point, I’m her sex life. Not even her husband. That’s sick.”

Coriolanus fucks into you like he’s hungry. Like he needs to wreck you as much as he can since it’s front of Sejanus, a Sejanus who has slipping his hand down his pants, a Sejanus who can’t argue against Coriolanus’ words. 

“Sejanus watch, don’t fucking look away,” Coriolanus spits out in a rushed tone, so you can only assume Sejanus did look away. Your moans are tumbling out of you, your body on fire as his cock pounds into you. You can feel him twitch and you know he’s close. 

“Don’t look away,” he pants, “I’m gonna fill your wife’s cunt with my cum, gonna fill it all up, gonna give her my fucking baby,” Coriolanus grunts with each push of his hips. His words must surprise even him because his hips stutter before they regain their purpose and you whine. You whine for his seed, for him to breed you like he should have been meant to. You knew he would never speak those words about Livia and it turned you on to an unimaginable level. 

With the first spurt of his load, you spasm against him, cumming with Coriolanus. A louder whimper leaves you while he grunts, his voice cracking with his last few words, “that’s it, that’s fucking it, you see this, Sejanus? You see this? She comes like this for me. All for me.” 

You grin tiredly at his words, letting your body rest as Coriolanus pulls out of you. When you can look over at Sejanus, his hand shaky and his pants have a wet spot. It almost makes you want ot crawl over to your husband and take care of him again. Maybe this will change him. 

But Coriolanus cups your face in his rough, warm hand and kisses your nose as his other hand cleans between your leg with your blanket. He whispers so only you can hear, “I’ll see you tonight,” then he’s finishing getting changed, saying absolutely nothing to Sejanus, and walking out. 

Sejanus is glued to his seat still, staring over at you. With lust, with disgust, with awe, all of the above. It almost makes you nervous. Almost. 

“You should-”

“I should-”

You both stop when you speak at the same time, then Sejanus stands up, “I should go back into work,” he says and you nod. Your husband tentatively takes a few steps over to you, then leans down and kisses the top of your head, before walking to his dresser to grab new pants and boxers, then he’s gone. 

There’s disappointment welling in your stomach. He could’ve fucked you nonsensically after what Coriolanus did, but Sejanus just kissed your head. 

At least Coriolanus would be here tonight.

[cinnamonest]

ah to be a girl that was dating modern!scara for some time bc she thought he was a mysterious uwu discord mod type, only to find out he’s just an incel who acts like he hates you even tho still fucking you and everything.. he doesn’t do much aside it, though. so after some time, you break up with him. or, well, tried to! it’s not like you have a right to break up with him after willingly deciding to date him, right?

happy new year, by the way! 🎉

Oh and he’s so awful as it is, literally the peak of trashy, toxic boyfriends.

Always dumping labor off on you because he knows you'll take care of whatever task it is eventually anyway, subtly guilt-tripping you all the time, always saying little things to make you insecure about this or that (just to be sure you don't get any ideas, or think anyone else would ever want you).

The sort of boyfriend that is careful about the steps he takes — God forbid he come across as insecure or desperate — but is manipulative and wears your psyche down nonetheless.

There’s a constant, but well-pulled-off effort to always ensure you feel that you’re the one that cares more, that you’re the one that’s more invested, that he’s the one who could easily pull away from you and be just fine, that you need him more than he needs you.

But this situation is particularly bad because he's just so deluded about it.

It's one of those relationships where, one day out of the blue, you halt mid-task and suddenly find yourself asking — why am I doing this to myself?

You realize you became so accustomed to it all so easily, it was just gradual enough that you never really noticed how miserable you are, until one day you just do.

So you do it. You summon up the courage to look him in the eye and say you're done.

And what you get in return is essentially a non-reaction. Rolled eyes and a long sigh of exasperation, some muttered comment about how you're being overdramatic.

He was prepared for this kind of thing, see. Females are known to do this. They don't actually mean they're breaking up with you. It's a test. They just do that sort of thing. A test designed to scare the guy and make him apologize for some mistake and get attention and doting and stuff. Very manipulative of them (but what's new).

But he's not the sort of weak loser that falls for that stuff, he knows what you're doing. So he shrugs it off, doesn't even turn around, says something about how you've threatened to leave several times now.

Then you say you mean it.

You get a sigh and a ‘yeah, sure,’ and you bite your tongue to stop yourself from lashing out about how that uncaring attitude is part of why you’re doing this to begin with.

And you storm out the door, not bothering to even glance back.

Which is surprising — didn't think you'd actually do it, but your petulance knows no bounds, apparently. Still, this is also predictable, a common form of aforementioned testing, a humiliation ritual of sorts intended to make him suck up to you.

So he gives you a few hours, but you don't send the expected text saying you're sorry and that you overreacted and please please just forget it and move on and all the other stuff you're supposed to say.

And the sun sets, and you're not back.

Oh, so you're being spiteful. Trying to make him think you “mean it” by going silent, and thereby trying to out-wait him. You think if you keep this up, he'll be the first one to break, to give in and try to get you back. This whole thing is designed for you to feel some kind of power at his expense. Well, you're wrong.

And then another day passes.

God. Unbelievable.

You're actually doing this out of pure spite, just stubbornly waiting for him to come get you.

…And here he is, now doing exactly that, like an idiot, so he mutters to himself as he finally leaves to go get you. Not that he's giving in to what you want, it's just that this is getting ridiculous and his patience for your antics has run out.

Still, he tells himself this isn't so bad, because you were probably looking forward to some sick satisfaction from getting him to beg to know where you are. Little do you know he prepared for this sort of situation, that's why there's a tracker in your purse and on your phone and in your car and such. You're not going to get any groveling out of him.

You're so manipulative. You're really lucky he puts up with you and tolerates such toxic behavior.

Likewise, he's not about to beg for you either — he knows the game you're playing, that all your pleading and fighting back and ‘I meant it!’-s are part of the schtick. Just accept that you're not going to get the entirety of what you want. You'll get the part where he takes you back like you wanted, but he has too much self-respect to plead with you. You'll just skip to the part where you come home — you're so stubborn, not getting what you want will undoubtedly make you dig your heels in and squeal and all that, but it's really no big deal. Being so childish about it is a choice that just reflects badly on you.

[marielle555]

Astarion is a strong character. In any case and regardless of what happened to him.

I've seen statements online like “AA fans call UA is weak” (maybe you've seen that too). Of course, this source will never run dry. They always invent something new, twist the story, distort the meaning of their opponents' statements to the point of impossibility, in general, you can't get bored. If earlier I naively thought that their “arguments” were based on lies about “Cazador 2.0”, “loss of soul” and trying to prove that “AA doesn't love Tav” (this nonsense, of course, is alive and will live forever, as long as there are those who desperately need “right messages” sent to them in the form of a sexually attractive vampire boy, but in such a way as to say that “he is happy” with the torments of hunger and in eternal darkness). Well, one must, I guess, somehow justify “I don't let him ascend” as the only right way and still remain “white-glove” at the same time.

So one should start claiming that those who help Astarion Ascend are supposedly calling UA weak. And prove that UA is strong. Well, yes, Astarion is a strong person. There's nothing to prove, he has an iron rod. The fact that he was able to survive and preserve himself, keep his mind, his personality after 200 years of slavery and torture, an internally weak person is not capable of that. How long did it take for Theon Greyjoy in Game of Thrones to be broken by Ramsay? Velioth broke Cazador, but Cazador couldn't break Astarion. Astarion survived in conditions in which a person, who has always lived in increased comfort and does not understand what reality is (who may consider Astarion's rational desire to ascend and be able to live a full life and protect himself and his beloved as “moral weakness” or “fear”) simply could not have survived. Or would have wised up quickly.

And the fact that Astarion didn't have someone around to help him see his scars during the ritual doesn't “make him weak” or change his character. It's just that after the Ascension, Astarion starts to show off that strong character of his openly, and if denied, Astarion is too depressed. “I just feel numb.” “I'll have to. But that doesn't mean I have to like it.” - Even from this line you can understand how hard it is for him, in addition to having to accept that he will never get what he longed for, that he will no longer have a full life, but instead will have to live “some half existence, hiding in the shadows for the rest of eternity”, he also has to play a role, thank Tav and make up stuff about “breaking the cycle of power and terror”. Because “I am - well, not ‘happy’ with how things turned out. But this does feel right.” Astarion has a much harder time in the UA situation than AA, but he doesn't lose his fortitude and in the epilogue he talks about looking for an opportunity to walk in the sun again. And when he finds it, there will be nothing stopping him anymore, no “heroes” around. Unless he's in a romance with Tav, because his love for Tav is really his weakness and vulnerability. Either way, Ascended or not.

It would be better for them to try to prove where Astarion's consorts are calling HIM weak. It's impossible not to see that he's feeling bad in UA's route. The inability to read (or, as usual, the intentional misrepresentation of their opponents' words) probably equates the fact that the Ascension ritual frees Astarion from physical ailments and weaknesses, the fact that Astarion is certainly made stronger (physically and magically) by the ritual, and the fact that those who help him along the way consider his “version” of the UA to be a weak and insufficiently “toxically masculine” man. As well as the “ah, they're talking bad about UA”, they “don't give UA a chance”, as if, holy shit, there really are a couple of “hot vampires” in the game, one of whom is perfectly “toxically masculine” in order to sexualize him, and the other not so much, and here's this poor sensitive guy getting berated and not given a chance. I should probably get used to this type of thinking though, I mean, they hate Astarion, if he's Ascend, and yet call themselves fans of him. When a person has a split inside into “two different people,” it's called dissociative identity disorder, and what do you call that case where they “split” the other person? I guess with such a syndrome of “Astarion's dissociative disorder” it must surely seem that those who hate Redemption Arch (as a playable feature, as a path, as a choice, just hate playing it) must dislike Astarion himself along the way and consider him weak.

Yes, Astarion himself (not his consorts) on the UA route considers himself "I'm still nothing, aren't I? Just an expandable frail spawn who will burn to a crisp soon enough", he hates what Casador did to him. "Unmaking what you made me" (Astarion's response when Casador asks him what he's doing).

Without the ritual, Astarion will forever be what Cazador did to him, it will be incorrigible, he will forever be a spawn. And says this line to Astarion then when Tav asks: “All right, what do you need?” Astarion: “I need your eyes. In a manner of speaking.” Before the ritual itself, without any attempt at persuasion, Astarion believes that Tav will help him.

And to say that we think Astarion is weak because of it - well, that's like me saying about a person with a disability, who was not allowed to be healed (for example, in a cyberpunk setting, they were not allowed to install an implant for “ethical reasons”, which not only would have healed them, but made them stronger than a healthy person) that they feel bad about their illness and with the implant they would be stronger, and a devout believer against cybernetization would claim that I was insulting that person by calling them sick and weak. I wonder who would be “sexualized” by fans of such a character, helping them heal and get an “unethical implant”? Cyborg? Why I hate the UA route, I wrote here. But Astarion himself is a beautiful and strong character, he copes even with it. And handles it the way a strong man handles it, a strong man who “just feels numb”. The only weak character I have contempt for in this version of the game playthrough is Tav, not Astarion in any way.

Astarion, who “heroically” rejects the ritual and sympathizes with those 7000 spawns, can only exist in Astarion Origins, where the player creates “their Astarion” by shaping the character's personality as they wish. There is no such Astarion in a game with Tav/DU, there is an Astarion who was denied help in a ritual. Astarion can only make one choice - wish such a Tav to die screaming (as he wishes every companion who doesn't help him) or accept it. Astarion's Choice.

Here's what Astarion thinks of these spawns he's “supposed” to sympathize with:

“These people died years ago, trust me on that. All that's left are feral spawn, desperate for blood.

If we release them, how many people will they kill? Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands?”

Astarion without Tav, who no one helped Ascend, won't let the caged spawns go free:

“As for those wretches in the cells - if I don't get my freedom, neither do they.”

Astarion breaks the staff and dooms the spawns in the cages out of anger, out of the pain of anger at his not being allowed true freedom, and let them suffer as well.

“But if they die and I ascend, I won't have to rely on the parasite to walk in the sun. I'll be free - truly, completely free. Isn't that what you want?”

And… The pain and doubt in his voice when he asks: “Isn't that what you want?” Astarion has one major weakness and vulnerability, and that's Tav. And not just because he really needs Tav's eyes right now and their connection through the tadpole to see his scars. Tav is the only person he loves. Tav is the best thing that has happened to him after two hundred years of torture, pain and humiliation. Perhaps this love of his, how much he loves, and how much he is attached to Tav, and how much he needs love and acceptance from Tav, is a consequence of his trauma. And his approval of that persuasion is not an approval of Tav keeping him from Ascension. It's an approval that he believed Tav's motives, he understood, why his loved one wouldn't help him. Why the one he loves so much won't let him become truly, completely free, won't help him start living a real, full life. Tav convinces him of their motives, and if he believes that they are not doing this out of malice, that it is really in their heads, in their value system, what they say is true and they believe it, then Astarion agrees to become what they believe in. With pain in his eyes and a full understanding of what he will have to sacrifice for that love and that belief. He doesn't know what a real relationship is or what true love looks like. He doesn't think he deserves better. He was used as a tool, he was tortured, no one ever cared about him, and he could only learn to survive - Astarion begins to connect with the world for the first time after two hundred years of slavery and torture. AA has a heartbreaking line, “I was trying with you, you know. In the only way I can try.” (if you reject his proposal, in a dialog three days after that, and such pain in his eyes and such an expression on his face, it's just impossible to watch).

UA has a bitter line, “I will endeavor to please” in response to Tav's cruel line, “Then don't mess it up” in the graveyard scene - he will still try to earn even the love of someone who is incapable of love.

Because he doesn't think he deserves better. He even gives some fake theatrical approval, when Tav wants to “add” Halsin to their relationship, when Astarion himself certainly doesn't need any Halsin. And he clearly feels bad about that relationship. And he agrees to have sex in a brothel because of Tav, he's experiencing PTSD, but he won't even rebuke Tav for it afterward with a single word. He'll forgive the cheating with Mizora. He will never even think about the fact that such a Tav doesn't deserve him. He thinks himself unworthy of Tav's love, he idealizes them. He won't think about the fact that the very desire for “payback” or “redemption” for a loved one is not love. That the desire to “fix” someone and “make them better” at the cost of their suffering is not love. Anti AAs very rarely mention the most important thing in their posts, much more important of course is the topic of “power”, where what “message” and how much “masculinity” is needed for their favorite “toxicity”. Hunger, sunshine, feelings “the arousals and appetites of man”, even his own reflection to see, after all, these are usually either unworthy of mention or presented as something like “challenges,” which Astarion, of course, heroically wants to take on.

The line of Persuasion for Tav looks exactly like this. “I want you to live a life you're proud of” (how I wish Tav would burn in the sun afterward and Astarion would stand there and watch it). “You can't be proud of this.” Translated as: “I don't care how you feel or how you feel, be the way I want you to be, you can consider yourself a good person for that”.

If Tav betrays and abandons the UA in the finale, he tells them, “How dare you! After all I've done for you - after everything I've sacrificed!” And what else did Astarion sacrifice for Tav except one thing - the chance to find true freedom, sunshine, and feel alive again?

UA takes Tav's attitude for love and accepts the suffering he will have to go through because of it. And behaves the way his “fixer” wants him to. He doesn't fully trust and thinks Tav might leave him, he's afraid of losing Tav and he's not sure about this relationship. AA thinks “you are degrading yourself by staying with him,” but he is happy, if Tav agrees to be his Bride and after receiving this true confirmation of an eternal bond, he starts to trust, opens up. AA suffers greatly, when Tav rejects him and this bond. That said, he expected this… It confirms his opinion of himself, that he, as he is, is not worthy of love. This goes nowhere in the case of refusing the ritual, Astarion adjusts, hides the real himself. He's more honest and frank with Tav in the non-romantic epilogue, in the romance he's silent about how he really feels about having the sunlight taken away from him again. And about how he will do anything to get that opportunity again. AA in the romantic epilogue, after 6 months with a loving consort is calm, confident and happy.

Also a very interesting “argument” - all of Astarion's problems in the Spawn state are better than the “illusory” benefits of Ascension. And everything is bad for the Ascendant, for he is “morally weak”. In general, I wonder how it is - how can concrete physiological facts be illusory?

Hunger, the sun, the reflection in the mirror, the taste of food and wine, “the arousals and appetites of man will return to him”. The benefits of Ascension are illusory, just as the sun itself, air, water, the fact that the Earth is round and revolves around the sun is illusory, as are many other things that simply exist by themselves as fact. As exist all things that exist regardless of anyone's belief or disbelief, simply because they exist. “Moral weakness” is just that, an artificially created concept, it is illusory. The very concept of morality is illusory, morality has been different in different eras (sometimes even radically different). Morality is a social construct that applies specifically to the society that accepts this particular morality, morality is a tool of management, regulation of people's behavior. Morality is simply the notions of right and wrong, good and bad, and the set of norms of behavior derived from these notions that are accepted in a particular society and at a particular time. One cannot be “morally strong” or “morally weak”, one can accept/not accept this or that form of morality, conform or not conform to this or that notion of morality. “Astarion doesn't conform to your ideas of morality” would be true, but ''morally weak'' would not. Morality doesn't exist, it's just some conventional characteristic that serves to evaluate certain things in a particular society in a particular historical period. Releasing 7000 hungry spawns is so “moral” that in terms of realism in DnD, it should have resulted in bloody chaos throughout the city. A bloody night in Baldur right after defeating the Brain, when the city is already severely weakened by the massacre with the Illithids. Perhaps there would be no Baldur, just ruins, where anarchy reigns and gangs of spawns rule. “Moral lessons” and “messages” sometimes don't mix well with realism and logical calculation of the consequences of certain player actions.

Astarion is not a dummy or a toy, to be “personality changed” by Tav. He has his own personality and his own desires. Astarion does not become “good” or “chaotic-neutral” if he was not allowed to Ascend, Astarion remains “neutral-evil” (if we give value to such a concept as alignment). It is not alignment that makes a person happy. But alignment is a convenient system to describe a character's worldview, and there are certain rules that affect a character's alignment change in DnD. In order for your action to affect your alignment change, you must have freedom of choice and decision, there must be no insurmountable circumstances that prevent your character from doing what they would like to do. The fact that Astarion basically can't Ascend on his own, unless someone helps him see his scars, makes refusing to do the ritual (or helping him do the ritual) a choice that affects Tav's alignment change, not Astarion's. If Larian wanted to show Astarion's change of alignment, there would have been an option in the game for him to Ascend without Tav's help (drawing his scars on a piece of paper, for example), and then, if Tav had convinced Astarion to refuse, or he himself, like Shadowheart, could have done it, Astarion could have changed his alignment. It's especially funny to read the “arguments” that since Astarion didn't redraw his scars, when Tav drew them in the sand, that means he didn't want to Ascend. They would have made up their minds - whether they revitalize the character to such an extent, that he himself “off-screen” decides, what to do in the story, or whether the main thing is the “message” and what the authors wanted to say (I have only one opinion on this - it doesn't matter who “wanted to say” what, but what is important is what is really said and shown in the story of the game). In this case, Larian most likely wanted to make an “arch of redemption” for Astarion (which could be combined with his past as a corrupt magistrate from EA and possibly look like “payback” for his past sins). Whether by choice or due to the demands of those back in the EA, who wrote to them demanding they “fix Astarion”, it doesn't matter so much anymore. And as a romance bubblegum for players, who play just to have fun, and they need a sexy male companion for a romance, they won't pay too much attention to his well-being, emotions and will calmly eat up the “bittersweet” ending as a good one, if they're told so, this story arc also fits very well. That said, this storyline fits logically with the evil companion's poorly completed quest (for the world “good”, for him “bad but not fatal”) and doesn't break the character's IP. A logical commercial move - after all, the romance of Ascended Astarion is unique and unusual, it's not “mass-market”, and besides, whining about morality in games, “evil is wrong”, etc. has been in vogue lately, we all know that, and creating an evil character without “moral options” to “fix” him might not have been a very good decision in terms of taking into account the subsequent network hysterics about him. And in order to make the “redemption arc” possible and logically plot-wise fitting with Astarion's character without violating his IP, the best option was to take away his ability to make his own choices, leaving him with only the option to accept this “redemption” or leave the group. This blends with his story (his scars) and gives additional story beauty to the romance of the Ascended, when his beloved becomes his eyes and they go through this ritual together (“I did. We did”).

Astarion's ”strength of personality“ does not depend on whether he has undergone the ritual or not. Astarion always remains himself. It's just that in one case he is “with all the masks, lies and deception still included” and in the other “no masks, no lies, just the truth because he has the confidence to push his arrogance in your face without fear”. Helping him in the ritual or refusing to help him characterizes Tav, not Astarion.

[theprettynosferatu]

CW: covert hypno, misogyny, step-sibling stuff.

I

Claire was in a foul mood, stomping like a toddler through the hallway of her childhood home. Ah yes, coming back home from College was always a mixed bag. On the one hand, she loved spending time with (and being pampered by) her mom and Rick, her step-dad. But on the other hand, it meant dealing with The Asshole.

He hadn’t always been The Asshole, and that just hurt even more. Somewhere beneath his alpha male bullshit were the remains of her step-brother John. Surely that sweet, shy boy had to be inside this new, incredibly annoying person… but no matter how hard she tried, Claire couldn’t make the person she had loved as a brother emerge from the armor of pick-up artistry and right-wing bastardry John had built around himself. 

It had started during his senior year of high-school, her first one away in college. Maybe he got bullied too much, maybe he listened to too many podcasts and influencers… who knew? The point was that John started hitting the gym, spouting sexist bullshit, bragging about his sexual conquests. And little by little, in her mind, John started to disappear. Now, three years later, she could only think of him as The Asshole. And so, she tried to avoid him as much as humanly possible when she was back home.

It soured the experience for her. It seemed impossible that The Asshole was Rick’s son- after all, Rick was a good man. He had treated Claire like a daughter, with a respect and kindness her biological father had never shown; that was, when that deadbeat had even been around. Claire never called Rick “dad”, but she did feel him as a dad in her heart, and the memories of her “real” father were hazy and growing more and more faint with the years. With horror she realized her memories of John were fading as well, devoured by The Asshole. She fought to remember that The Asshole had once been a decent kid.

The Asshole, for his part, made that task incredibly hard. His off-hand comment that she’d be happier dropping out of college and being a “proper wife” had made her storm off the dinner table. Hence her stomping in that hallway, going to her room. She slammed the door. It would be a long summer. 

II

Pathetic. She couldn’t think of a better word for it. She should feel violated, perhaps- after all, she had caught The Asshole using her laptop- but she found it hard to even muster up anger. She felt disgusted, and also a bit sorry for him. His explanation was as ridiculous as she could have expected from him.

“I just wanted to make sure you weren’t being a low value whore, chatting with a bunch of dudes.”

Sure, Asshole. That’s what I need: you as the guardian of my virtue, she thought. Still, it was an excuse, and she would hold on to it. The alternative explanation was worse and even contemplating it felt abominable. And yet a little part of her, a voice deep inside her head couldn’t help but feel relief.

I’m glad my nudes are on my phone.

No. Better to not go there. John was her step-brother. Even after becoming the prick he had turned into, he wouldn’t see her… like that.

Would he?

She knew he saw her friends like sex toys, given that two of them had confessed to being somehow persuaded by his alleged charms. Needless to say, those girls were now former friends- not so much because they slept with The Asshole and more because they had given him ammo: it made it harder to argue that his toxic manosphere crap was repulsive when he could throw such conquests in Claire’s face. But not even the world’s biggest douchebag would cross the line that separated family and attraction. And they had been family, once. God, it hurt to remember.

She had screamed at him like a fucking teenager, but what was she expected to do? And he had walked away like nothing had happened, like she didn’t catch him red handed. Claire took a deep breath. Fuck it. Let it go. Don’t let him ruin your break. She sat down for an evening of happy, mindless Youtube binging.

Huh. Was the screen acting up? She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but every now and then something felt… off. Well, it was no big deal; certainly not annoying enough to warrant an expensive trip to get the laptop checked out.

Shit. She figured the fight had left her more upset than she had thought: she had watched a two hour video essay on feminism and media representation and she couldn’t remember a second of it. A wave of fear came over her. Spacing out for two hours wasn’t normal. Maybe she was just tired. Yeah, that seemed right. Dealing with The Asshole was exhausting. She needed to sleep.

III

Relaxing ended up being easier than she had expected. She spent long hours in front of her laptop, whiling the time away, floating in a blissful state of pure peace. So what if she couldn’t always remember what she had watched? The effect was soothing, like soaking her brain in a nice hot tub. And she had at long last found a way to deal with The Asshole.

The key was so simple she felt dumb as a rock for not figuring out sooner. The way to avoid a fight was, simply, to avoid the fight. Why spend precious energy fighting a man who was incapable of changing his mind? So she didn’t. Whatever inane bullshit came out of his mouth, she let slide. Maybe give him a polite smile and nod so he would think she was actually paying attention, and daydream about her next laptop session. This was exactly what she needed: a full vacation for her overworked brain.

Around the end of the first week the benefits of Claire’s new regiment became evident. She felt less irritable, giddier, somehow… lighter. And even her libido, long buried under a pile of stress was coming back with a vengeance. Why else would she emerge from her laptop dives soaking wet, needing to pleasure herself as intensely as she needed to breathe? And the way her body felt! Before, her… playing was quick, almost as if doing maintenance on some needed but almost forgotten piece of machinery. Now every time she played with herself was a celebration. She caressed her breasts, took her time, toyed with herself… it was no longer a race to orgasm. Her own body was the greatest show on Earth.

The effects of regular self-pleasuring, long documented in scientific literature, hit her like a train. She was relaxed, energetic- and hell, even The Asshole didn’t seem so annoying anymore. Just smile and nod at him and ignore his misogynistic ramblings. And, if she was being honest, even The Asshole was right, every now and then. Broken clocks and all that. 

You really should show off your legs more. Advertise your sexual value to high-status males.

Okay, so half of that was idiotic. But the legs thing? Right on the money. Claire twirled, letting her new, short sundress flutter and fly, and giggled. It felt light. She felt light. Radiant.

Every now and then her mind went back to the laptop. The screen was acting funny. Maybe she should do something about it, but it seemed like work, and she was home to relax. The laptop thing could wait.

Do you think men would be so nice to you if you didn’t have great tits?

Those words struck a chord inside her. She pondered them after a few hours of mindless laptop time. Sure, she knew she had large-ish breasts, and she wasn’t a complete idiot: men had been extremely fucking obvious about them since she had been a teen. But were tits -breasts- that important? Surely not. Her professors valued her for her intellect.

Didn’t they?

Then why had every professor that had mentored her and helped her out been a man? 

My big tits.

No, that was ridiculous. Silly. And yet, she barely noticed her hand sliding between her legs as she thought about it. My tits matter. My tits are what’s important.

She came almost instantly, and a wave of shame washed over her. She needed to escape it. Dodge it somehow. Laptop. Watch something on the laptop. Let it relax her.

Claire’s low-cut top didn’t go unnoticed at dinner. She wasn’t really sure why she had put it on. It just felt right. Rick obviously kept quiet, but The Asshole made no effort to hide his glances and his smug smile. She should be angry, something inside her told her; but it was a distant voice, faint and growing smaller. If anything she felt… valued. Desired. Worthy. Fuck it, even if it was The Asshole, she had to admit a bit of male attention now and then wasn’t so bad. She found herself blushing at first. Eventually, it was all too much. Claire excused herself and dashed to the bathroom. She fell on her knees, rubbing her pussy -vagina- with a desperation she had never felt before. She needed to cum. The Asshole’s eyes, and his sneer of superiority, and his hateful words… she had to bite her hand to stop herself from screaming.

Claire came back to the table, flustered but okay. Or so she thought.

“Pour me a Coke”, The Asshole said. It wasn’t polite. It wasn’t a request. He had just treated her like a fucking servant.

And yet, she walked to the kitchen and made sure she poured the most perfect glass of Coke possible. She leaned in a bit while she placed it by his plate, giving him a beautiful view of her big, dumb tits. Breasts! Her breasts! What the fuck was wrong with her?

“Thank you, cunt”, The Asshole whispered.

Claire froze. She should… what? Slap him? Scream at him? Lecture him? What would be the point? No, it was better to let it slide. Smile and nod.

Smile? Smile after that? What the fuck was she thinking? Claire was mortified. Turning in bed, she wished she could take that stupid smile back and… fucking punch The Asshole for calling her a…

Why? Why, why, why? Why was she so fucking wet? It was disgusting! He was disgusting! 

…She was disgusting, getting soaked at being called a…

It was too strong. She tried to fight it, she truly did, but her pussy, her traitorous fucking pussy refused to give up, driving her insane. A cunt. He had called her a cunt. Her fingers went into her body. She wasn’t gentle with herself. No, she fucked herself without mercy, like she imagined he would use her if he had a chance. Her mind was a vortex, a mess of words and images and shame and pleasure.

Cunt. Cunt. Big-titty cunt. I’m just a stupid cunt. My tits are all that matters. I’m just a cunt. I’m just holes and tits. I don’t need to make choices. I need to do as men tell me. Men know best. Men are superior. I’m just holes…

She woke up covered in sweat. Fuck. Had she passed out? What… what was wrong with her? She was an excellent college student…

She wanted to throw up. College. All that work. Thinking. And then what? A job? Stress? She couldn’t do it. No way. She was…

I’m too stupid and weak.

It felt so fucking good to think it. It was liberating. Relaxing. It felt like the universe was simple, and she was simple, and now her place in the world was simple. It was light and fresh and it made her want to burst out in giggles. 

A shower of images and words flooded her mind. Women on their knees. Women cooking in traditional aprons while wearing chokers. Women kissing, putting on shows for men. She had no idea when she had seen all that, and suddenly she couldn’t even care enough to fight the feeling. It all just felt… right. Sexy. Natural. It was her place. It was her purpose as a woman. As a cunt. As an inferior fleshlight. She moaned at the idea of sharing this new wonderful bliss with her stuck-up college friends, and making them see the light…

She didn’t even get mad when The Asshole got into her room without knocking. She didn’t even consider covering up. In fact, she felt happy when his eyes focused on her body.

I’m useful. My body makes me useful.

“What are you doing?”, He asked. Suddenly He wasn’t The Asshole anymore. He was a He, and He was always right, and she was meant to do as He said. Simple. Sexy. Fun.

“I just rubbed my dumb pussy until I passed out”, she blurted out before exploding in a symphony of delighted giggling. 

“You know, I know how you call me. Your cunt friends told me. So I’m The Asshole, huh?”

Claire looked at him with fuzzy, unfocused eyes. She’d never think that of a Man!

“What are you?” He asked.

“Holes!”, she replied excitedly. “And tits! And porn!”

“And what do you serve?”

She blanked for a moment. Serve? She did what Men told her, but that wasn’t serving, that was just… being herself. Being a good little cunt. It was natural. Then, as if to help her out, he let his trousers fall.

“Cock!” she yelped. “I serve cock!”

“Then serve”

Duh. Of course she served cock. How could she have forgotten? As she licked and wonderful, conquering cock in front of her, she realized how silly she had been. That was why Men did the thinking. She took in its smell, its smooth texture on her tongue, the way He looked down at her and she looked up at Him. It was just natural.

She was happy, she thought as she relaxed her throat and let that cock slide deeper and deeper inside her.

In the end, she never found out what, exactly, had happened with her laptop. 

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[wonton4rang]

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Baby, I'm so toxic ¡!

pairing: bnd x reader.

warnings: toxic behaviour, mentions of violence (verbally and physically, nothing explicit, just mentions of it), jealousy, mentions of smut, mentions of cheating. and lmk if i missed anything.

summary: bnd as toxic traits i think they'll have during a relationship.

note: can someone tell me what "hcs" are and an example? i got like three requests using the same term and i'm very very lost 😔 would really appreciate some definition :')

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sungho;

control freak. he is the type to be so involved in your life that it's kinda cute at the beginning, how he would call you at all times, wants to know where you at, who are you with, what you ate, why are you late, why you didn't pick up his call within the first seconds... it got old really fast. he would want to choose what you wear, go everywhere with you, check your phone even if there was nothing there just because "there should be trust" ??? he would also start to pick and choose your friends, telling you which ones he liked and which ones you BOTH should meet.

riwoo;

insecurities. don't get me wrong, insecurities can happen, they are the most natural thing. but when he starts portraying his insecurities on you, projecting them and trying to manipulate you with it, that's when it gets ugly. he would say things like "you shouldn't do that because it makes me feel insecure" and suddenly you wouldn't do it because you loved him so much. plus, i know it sounds more like 'manipulation' than actual insecurities but he does feel insecure and uses it at his own favor to stop you from talking to or meeting people that made him feel smaller.

jaehyun;

too 'friendly'. wbk that myungjae is an extroverted puppy like typa boy, he would have really close female friends and it's not like you mind but when you get to y'alls table and find some girl sitting in your boyfriend's lap, it's not your favourite scene to watch. so you would have serious arguments with him, explaining how you didn't feel comfortable to see some chick sitting on his lap with her arms around his neck and their faces so close they could share breath and kiss at any moment. he just laughed and said you were being too insecure and that you should quit it, that he met those girls way before he knew you so it was just natural ???? be so fucking for real rn.

taesan;

nonchalant. ah *sigh* he would literally ghost you for weeks. meeting you at your place and listening to you talk about how worried you get and how you couldn't even count on him after y'all got separated and went home because he wouldn't even see your messages or pick up your calls. he wouldn't say a thing and you would just stand there, staring into this bored eyes and clicking your tongue but it was fucking useless. "is there something you wanna tell me?" but he just shrugged, laying back in your bed and just letting a sigh out, that 'done' look in his face letting you know he didn't give a single fuck about the things you were saying.

leehan;

obsessive. similar to sungho's tbh but more into the jealousy obsession kinda thing. he would check your phone on a regular basis, he would hold your waist and do very inappropriate stuff in front of your friends, side eyeing them if they ever complimented you. he would basically yell at you and forbid you from going out without him because why would you wanna go to a party or a club or a bar without your boyfriend?? were you cheating or something?? you bet that your neck was bruised due to his lips sucking on your skin and leaving hickies that he would make you show to everyone just to assert that you were his.

woonhak;

anger issues. yeah, woonhak is such a sweet boy, so cute and lovely, being so happy and energetic around you, kissing your cheeks and holding your frame with adoration, talking to you for hours through the phone and even playing some songs for you to fall asleep with. but when he gets angry, that's when you get uneasy, your hands are shaking when you see his tall figure cover you and press you against the wall, and tbh you weren't even listening anymore to his yelling because you became so scared of him that your senses would go numb and all that you could percive were his hands shaking your shoulders and his reddened face while he looks at you like he hates you. why was he so angry anyways? you didn't even know but he would just get mad over anything and everything, you were growing tired of it, but when he stopped being that angry and started to apologize? you just gave in. you just liked him that much :(

[millylotus]

I seem to have been hit with a-ah bout of crackship inspiration~? indoctrinated mayhaps even,

@tired-all-the-time22 recent Study Troubles (Val/Danny/Dash) fanart has opened my eyes to the potential of Valerie x Dash... I can't stop thinking about them I don't even think they have a ship name yet which like more for me!

Like like like just sit there and think of the dynamic(s)!

Popular Boy x Popular Girl, it gets toxic the moment her dad loses his job & she realizes how much of a bitch he was, and he still has some feelings for her but is decidedly pushing those aside.

Maybe a little later Val's kinda pulled herself together, & Dash has unknowingly been avoiding dating anyone since her. And Dash sees her happy & confident like she used to be and he's just obsessed again and can't get her out of his head. And yeah Val can see that he's still cute but by god can't she get over this pathetic excuse of a guy!

Val: *punching pillow staring at old photos remembering how he'd hold her like she was precious que muffled pillow screams* AAAAAAAAH Wes [they're childhood friends to me alright]: *at her desk with concern* do you want me to take all that "Dumb Bear" stuff away or Val: No! I am perfectly fine! I can handle myself *glaring at the teddy bear Dash gave her on their fifth date but unable to even punch it fully* Val: God why are you still cute!

Dash would gang up on Danny for having dated Val not that long after they broke up, like:

Dash: Who does he think he is trying to date my girl?!?! Kwan: You and Val have been broken up for a minute man Dash: He's a fucking DWEEB!!! WHY WOULD SHE DATE HIM and not like one of the other jocks??? Kwan: *smirking* Maybe you're the odd one out & she knows what she likes now Dash: I'm gonna punch you.

Val would definitely tell him off for it though, cause she cares about Danny & breaking it off with him was to protect him. And Dash sees that this might be a way to get back in her good graces and backs off.

Phantom's D1 Hater x Phantom's #1 Loverboy too, Val nearly burning down the schools phantom club, Dash being the only one able to stop her before she catches a cas.

Val growing softer about Dash again and they slip into more couple-y mannerism again. Standing close, maybe holding hands, Dash giving her his jacket, who knows.

But also holding back b/c she's realized how bad of a person Dash is, and now demanding he be a better person if he actually wants to be with her. Because their break-up was his fault not hers. And Dash really wants her and to be with her and he's a bit resistant to it for a bit but then he meets Phantom once and asks how he's supposed to win over a girls heart again and Phantom's just like "stop being a bitch???". So his hero just said that and the girl of his dreams has been saying that, and now he's crying in his bedroom properly reevaluating his life choices.

So Dash is trying to be a better person for Valerie, and it's hard to break habits but not messing with Fenton & his Dweebs is a good starter.

Val watching from a distance and being impressed that Dash of all people is willing to change /for her/. Does wonders for her self esteem too being wanted so much by someone that they're changing the core of themselves as a person /for her because of her!/ (her Ego knows no bounds for real).

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Dear Jury of the Phandom I bring you the names "Teddy Hunter" or "Hunter Teddy" for this ship of Dash Baxter/Valerie Gray!

Feel free to give many more suggestions this is a community effort

[howlingday]

Ever since I was young, I always had lots of friends. But Jaune wasn't just a friend.

Pyrrha: (Pokes Grimm)

Jaune: Hm?

Grimm: (Wakes up, Roars)

Jaune/Pyrrha: (Run away screaming)

He was my BEST friend.

Pyrrha/Jaune: (Triumphant over Grimm)

Pyrrha: Hey, Jaune! Summer just started, so what do you want to do tomorrow?

Jaune: I'm sorry, Pyrrha... I can't play with you tomorrow.

Pyrrha: O-Oh... Th-That's okay! Then how about-

Jaune: I can't play with you anymore. EVER AGAIN.

Pyrrha: Huh...? Jaune? Wha... What do you mean?!

Jaune: We're no longer best friends, Pyrrha. Because...

Jaune: (Surrounded by beautiful Grimm) I've found some new best friends to play with~.

MY GRIMM-KIN STEPSISTER WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE

Part III (Part I / Part II)

Pyrrha: (Jolts upright) AAAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... Ah... It was just a dream...

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Mama Nikos: Good morning, Pyrrha~! Were you screaming again?

Pyrrha: I'm fine, Mom...

Mama Nikos: Another nightmare?

Mama Nikos: Oh no... Did you have another CUCK DREAM?

Pyrrha: I SAID I'M FINE, MOM! I'M LEAVING NOW, BYE!

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Jaune invited me over to his new house.

Jaune: (Waves) Hey. Thanks for coming. There was something important I wanted to discuss with you.

Pyrrha: Something important?

Jaune: I wanted to discuss our future.

Pyrrha: Y-You mean... (Gulps, Doki~!) Uh...

Jaune: The future of our adventuring party, since we now have four members. Everyone else is already here.

Cinder: Dwarf, those ash-chips are mine! He made them for ME!

Nora: (Munching on ash-chips) Hey, Jaune! These are pretty good! You sure they're toxic?

Pyrrha: ...Uh-huh...

Yeah... I should've expected as much.

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Jaune: Cinder will be our scout. This should help with traps and ambushes.

Cinder: (Leans on him)

Jaune: Going deeper means more resources we can gather, and more lien, but also more danger. I wanted to check with everyone to decide our risk margins. If you have anything to say, please say it now.

Nora: I NEED TO GO DEEPER BECAUSE I'M BROKE! I'm two months behind on rent, ya know!

Jaune: Well, Nora, have you considered not drinking, whoring, and gambling?

Nora: WHAT?! What does that have to do with paying my rent?!

Jaune: Honestly, I want to go deeper, but I feel like we need someone with more range before heading to rank 5 areas. Rank 4 should be fine, even with our current group. What do you think, Cinder?

Cinder: W-Well... I've never been on a mission before, so... I'm a little scared~. But... I think I can do it if I'm with you, Jaune~!

Jaune: Don't you worry, Cinder. I promise I'll protect you.

Cinder: Thanks, Step-Bro~! Hee hee~!

...? WOT

Jaune: What about you, Pyrrha?

Pyrrha: Uh... What's going on with you and your "sister"? You two seem a little... close.

Jaune: Hm? Oh, I see what you mean. (Scritches Cinder's head) I screwed up and made Cinder really sick. It turns out that Grimm-Kin are actually really fragile, so I've been a little overprotective of her ever since. (Stands) That reminds me; Cinder, if we're going to get new gear for you, we should grab some sun block. I'll go get the cream.

Cinder: (Smiling smugly at Pyrrha)

Pyrrha: ...

Cinder: (Opens mouth, Pumps hands)

Pyrrha: (Biting her lip, Veins bulging)

Nora: You okay?

Cinder: (Cackling)

Pyrrha: JAUNE! CINDER AND I ARE GOING OUT BACK! WE NEED TO TALK! RIGHT NOW!

Jaune: Talk? Now? About what?

Pyrrha: STUFF! GIRLY STUFF! BOYS CAN'T LISTEN! DON'T COME NEAR THE DOOR!

Jaune: Uh... Okay?

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Pyrrha: WHAT! IS! YOUR! PROBLEM?! What are you trying to pull on Jaune?!

Cinder: I dunno, PEE-WAA~! What's YOUR problem? I'm just trying to be sociable with my brother~.

Pyrrha: "Sociable"?! Cut the bullshit! You're trying to SEDUCE him! Jaune might be too nice to complain, but as his best friend, I'm not going to let you screw with his vows as a paladin!

Cinder: Or maybe YOU should cut the bullshit! "As his best friend"? Really?

Cinder: It's painfully obvious that you're in love with him.

Pyrrha: !!!

Cinder: What? Did you think I was too stupid to notice?

Pyrrha: I... UM... THAT'S... UH...

Cinder: Oh no... You actually thought you were hiding it. Adorable. No wonder he likes you.

Pyrrha: OKAY! FINE! I like Jaune! As more than a friend! So what?!

Cinder: So let's set the record straight. Just between us girls.

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Jaune: ...It's been a while. I wonder what they're talking about.

Nora: (Chewing) HA! I bet they're blabbering on about LADY stuff! Like, uh... Um... CAKE! Oh! And period cramps! Definitely talking about those!

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Pyrrha: Look, this isn't even about me! I want you to stay away from Jaune for HIS sake! Don't you get it?! Jaune's dad screwed him up so bad, he's basically built his entire life around not having sex!

Pyrrha: He can't handle a quasi-incestual relationship with his step-sister!

Cinder: Hm... You might be right, Pyrrha... BUT. That's for JAUNE to decide. NOT YOU.

Cinder: And what are you, anyways, Pyrrha? You certainly carved a nice spot for yourself with him. Jaune told me all about you. How he trusted you as a friend.

Cinder: So how many other girls did you turn away like this? Hovering around so you could keep him all to yourself?

Pyrrha: I... Ah...

Cinder: If I asked Jaune right now, who do you think he would choose? Me, or you?

Pyrrha: ...

Hey, Jaune~! Hey, Pyrrha~! You're my best friend, Pyrrha~! Best friends forever, right~? Thanks, Pyrrha. I'm so glad to have you as my BEST FRIEND.

Pyrrha: I....

Cinder: (Breathing in Pyrrha's ear) I think he would choose you~... PYRRHA~...

Pyrrha: GAAAH~!

Cinder: AHAHAHAHAHAHA~!

Pyrrha: What the hell?!

Cinder: I'm not delusional. I know Jaune doesn't see me as a romantic partner right now. He probably sees me more as some kind of exotic house cat... Don't you get it?

Cinder: I'M JEALOUS OF YOU.

Pyrrha: You're jealous... of me?

Cinder: You asked me what I was up to? Well, I'll tell you right now: I'm going to make Jaune love me. I'm going to be so close to Jaune, our relationship could be classified as parasitic, all while I sink my claws deeper and deeper into him. I'm going to be with him every day until he takes his Grimm sister for granted.

Cinder: Then he'll realize I'm only his STEP sister. That he can have the Grimm-Kin sleeping next to him whenever he wants. He's going to see that the perfect woman for him was already there, all along~.

Pyrrha: ...

Cinder: I'm going to take your place, Pyrrha. Now, what are YOU going to do about it~?

Pyrrha: ...

Cinder: Maybe I should feel threatened by you? You do have a head start, after all... BUT I DON'T. And why should I?

Cinder: YOU'VE BEEN WITH JAUNE YOUR ENTIRE LIFE, AND YOU CAN'T EVEN TELL HIM HOW YOU FEEL.

Cinder: (Walks inside) Your move.

Pyrrha: ...

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Jaune: ...Nora, please stop eating all the ash-chips. I made those for Cinder.

Nora: HA HA~! I like how spicy they make my throat feel~!

Jaune: Yeah, that would be the poison.

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Can you do a post about nonhuman au floyb?? I love that little fucker

Ah yes, Floyd. The not so little, little fucker.

He still has his ear and arm fins even with the potion. He can make his ear fins wiggle and droop and they will sometimes do it unconsciously, perhaps because of how he’s feeling or or he’s eating or sucking on something. After the time he caught you laughing when he was sucking down a smoothie, he will wiggle them on purpose to make you laugh. 

He can make the arm fins flare out and go down so he can get shirts on easier but doesn't like covering them.

Still keeps some of his eel coloring and stripes along with his claws. His hands starting with that not-quite-white he has and becoming more of that green-blue going up.

His fingers have little bits of webbing and...are kind of creepily long. 

Doesn’t blink as often as a human should and his eyes glow in the dark, along with his habit of staring it can be a bit startling. 

Is very instant on getting you in the water with him for some reason. If you can swim, he'll offer to let you ride him but...keep in mind that when in the water either tween can out speed a flying broom. The guy is a living jet ski and you will zoom. Although he won't let you drown that doesn't mean he won't do stuff to scare you and make you think he is.

If you go out to the sea or a lake together expect him to bring back a fuckton of sea creatures that he expects you to eat. He's a very good hunter and plans on taking good care of his shrimp.

Has no belly button or nips.

Is very interested in your belly button.

You're his little shrimpy and he’s touchy when in the mood for it but especially likes how different you are. Small clawless hands are so fun to hold, likes comparing yours to his. Putting your hands on his face cuz it feels warm and nice, enjoy the ear-fin rubs. Body soft n smol, good for hugging and squeezing…and biting…but not too hard cuz his teeth would hit bone very easily. 

Skin feels different from what humans have but isn't quite the same as when in his eel form. It's soft but also…thick. There’s no way you would be able to break his skin with your bite or scratches, dull little human nails and teeth can't do much. He’ll think it's funny if you do it to try and get away from him but will want to bite back.

It is actually a good thing you can't break the skin since along with eating fish, crabs, and octopuses moray also eat very toxic creatures and as a result, the blood and flesh of a moray are very toxic. They accumulate high levels of ciguatoxins, which can give humans ciguatera fish poisoning (CFP) if eaten. There will be times in a fight where he’ll get his blood on the guy on purpose and Jade has used his blood for…things before. Part of why Jade wants to test “special” mushrooms on others is because the poison won't affect him.

A moray will often eat anything small enough to fit in its mouth and is capable of taking a chunk out of bigger fish. As a result, Floyd will also try to eat…not food things if he can fit it in his mouth. Keep an eye on small nicknacks. Might also just, like, catch a bird and just freaking eat it. He’s learned butterflies taste really bad.

Everything about you just triggers his prey drive. He really wants to bite you…and chase you…and squeeze you…but also protect you cuz you're his little shrimp. Who would rub his face and tell him a good boy if he let you get eaten up? 

Can open his mouth scarily wide and his teeth are longer than OG Floyd's. Very long tongue and will lick the side of your face to gross you out. 

Has pharyngeal jaws which are a second set of smaller jaws located in the throat of the moray eel, behind the normal jaws in the mouth, complete with tiny teeth. This set of jaws gets launched into the mouth cavity during feeding, where it can grasp onto food, and pull it into the throat to swallow. Morays are unique in using their pharyngeal jaws to actively capture and restrain prey in this way.

Certain eels have been shown to be surprisingly affectionet with divers they recognize and enjoy petting, rubbing, and gentle hugs. Though with how Floyd is it's a little less surprising.

His gills are still present so his rib area is a weak spot. Getting hit there would really hurt and really piss him off.

Is nocturnal and prefers dark places, especially when sleeping. He also likes being snug and wrapped up for sleepies. In the sea, he would like to sleep in small places with his brother.

Moray have a spongy, sluggy texture from their lack of scales. To top it off, these fish are covered in a thick mucous layer. Believe it or not, mucous serves a very strong purpose in nature, typically providing a protective barrier over otherwise vulnerable layers of skin. Your stomach should have a thick mucous layer to protect it from the acids inside, and similarly, a fish without scales can make good use of this snotty, slimy substance to keep it safe from toxins and physical damage as it occupies its rocky habitat.

The green moray eel is actually brown under all the snot; it’s just covered in a thick green layer of mucous. In some species, this mucous is even toxic, making them a particularly nasty prey item. Luckily what Floyd and Jade have isn't the toxic kind and will make your skin pretty nice. Floyd will use this in his favor to get more cuddles. Though if feeling playful he may perform what is known as a slime attack by slapping someone in the face with his tail, it is very unpleasant to get in your mouth.

The smallest moray, the Snyder’s moray, is around 12cm (4.5in) long, and the largest is more than 3m (over 10ft) long and weighs up to 30kg. A huge moray eel in Indonesia has been witnessed feeding on sharks and I like to headcanon the tweels are pretty big in their mer form and not just because of tail length.

Morays actually have pretty bad eyesight and have a keen sense of smell to make up for this and rely primarily on chemoreception such as smells and tastes to navigate their world. I do wonder if the twins need glasses but don't use them or maybe wear contacts. 

 Floyd is very good at tracking you down by scent and likes it when you smell like him and him smelling like you. Though he loves cuddling and hugging you, it isn't just for affection. He’s giving you that eel stank, plenty of the others are weary around him and you smelling like him can help keep others away.

Him leaving clothes at your place honestly was out of forgetfulness but does it on purpose now since that time he caught you wearing his jersey…it was so big on you and you looked so cute and its smelled like you and….

The moray can form a true knot with its body, that it uses as leverage to pull on prey items like slippery fish. They can also use this method to create strong pressure to break food items into smaller pieces. It’s thought that the skill is passed on between individuals. So if you want to escape eel cuddles…good luck but it's probably not going to happen. Even in his more human form his long arms and legs will be wrapped around you. Kinda funny thinking of the tweel's parents teaching them how to become living knots though.

Certain types of eels can change their sex. The leaf-nosed moray born male, transitions as they age, switching to female later in life. This transformation determines them as “sequential hermaphrodites” I like to headcanon that the tweens can also change sex or already have both in their mer form. 

Morays can have around 10,000 eggs at a time, and when the larvae are hatched, the eels are fully translucent. I like to think the boys started out as tiny little things you can hold in your hand.

Regular eels do seem to have some courtship rituals. Some of which being displays of behavior, such as graceful movements and vibrant color changes and I already like that headcanon of the tweels being bioluminescent. Maybe he convinced you to come down to his dorm's special pool one night and decided to show off for you. Showing off that beautiful glow while doing these cool tricks in the water. A positive reaction will likely be taken as acceptance, so unless you tell him no, you will receive some wet slimy eel-loving.

Male eels may compete with each other for the attention of females showcasing strength and health to impress a potential mate. I can imagine he’ll be very insistent that you come to his games and watch, though with how he already is and him wanting to impress you further it would be a good idea for a nurse to be present. The other team's guys are going to need it. I think he might also get a bit more…bitey with the other guys around too. You will also be picked up and carried more often. 

Eels also release pheromones into the water to attract and communicate with potential partners but..hmm you're just a human and on land. With the others being beasts and all they would be able to smell it easily and know to stay the hell away from him but would his little shrimpy notice? I think at most that if it's something that you can smell it probably just seems like Floyd has just smelled a bit…musky lately. He is probably around you even more and keeps close to see you reaction to it. He probably gets sad if you tell him he stinky and takes it as you not wanting him. If you compliment it? Very happy eel time.

As for the rest of what he does, it's pretty much normal things that Floyd already did when you were just friends. Bringing you food, little trinkets that made him think of you, getting territorial around others, biting.

[kpop---scenarios]

Venom (1)

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader

Warning: Fluffy right now, gonna get toxic real quick & smut

Word Count: 1.3k

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“Hey, Y/N.” Chan smiles, opening the door to the dorm for you.

“Hi Channie.” You smile, stepping inside, only to be greeted by Hyunjin and Felix, who were in the living room. You give them a smile and a wave as you continue onto the kitchen where you hear the voices of the other boys, almost whispering so you can't hear them.

“She's here.” Han says as he pans the camera he's holding towards you. “Smile for me, Y/N.” He tells you, walking closer to you with the camera.

You give him a small smile, waving to the camera as you hear Lee Know and Changbin telling Seungmin “you've got this.” while patting his back.

“What's going on over there?” You laugh, motioning towards them. Han shrugs his shoulders, which is weird because he always knows what's going on.

“Y/N.” Seungmin smiles while walking towards you. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” He asks. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, as you walk towards him now, following him to the corner of the kitchen. He glances back at the two guys, taking a deep breath.

Your heart was racing and pounding as you looked at him. If you were being honest, you had had the biggest crush on Seungmin for months, and you were sure they all knew about it, and you assumed they put him up to this to get you to blush or something.

“What's up?” You ask, twiddling your fingers. Your nerves were beginning to get the best of you and you weren't sure how to calm yourself down.

“Um, so I was just wondering, if you'd wanna…like you know, go out with me sometime?” He asks.

“Like on a date?” You whisper. You honestly were shocked. This wasn't something you had seen coming. At all. Seungmin had never expressed an interest in being more than friends before now.

“Yes, like a date.” He says. His smile is fading as he eyes dart over to the guys who are just standing around the kitchen waiting to hear your answer. It felt a bit odd that Han was still filming this and that they were all just watching the two of you.

You look back at Seungmin, who seems to be getting a little more frustrated the longer you take. “Um, yes.” You smile. You wanted to ask him where this came from, but if you were being honest you didn't want to know and figured that maybe with you being around so much he probably just developed feelings.

“Awesome.” He says, nodding his head, walking away. He stops abruptly, turning around to face you. “I'll text you.” He says, walking back to the group of guys. You walk out of the kitchen and back to the living room, where Chan, Felix and Hyunjin are sitting watching a movie.

“What happened in the kitchen?” Chan asks, eyes darting between you and the screen.

“Well, um.” You chuckle. “Seungmin asked me out.” You grin. Your stomach fills with butterflies just at the thought of him.

“He did?” Chan asks, pausing the movie. Without saying a word, he walks into the kitchen, yelling at them, saying things unfortunately you couldn't hear. “It better fucking not be.” He snaps, walking back into the living room. “Sorry about that.” He sighs, resuming the movie.

“I'm sorry, can I ask what that was about?” You wonder.

“Ah nothing. Just some stuff about work tomorrow.” He says, shrugging it off. You had decided not to push it anymore, you knew what Chan was like and you didn't want to ever step with him. He was the whole reason you were even friends with the entire group.

You and Chan had met when you were a trainee, and then when you were inevitably cut, he insisted that the two of you remain friends. You happily accepted, and when the group formed, you were introduced immediately and became close to most of them. Lee Know, Seungmin and Jeongin had always been a little standoffish. They accepted you and were nice enough but you never formed a connection with them like you had with Felix, Hyunjin, Changbin, Han and Chan. Those five were your very best friends and you'd absolutely be lost without them.

“Okay.” You smile, getting comfy to continue watching the movie.

Later that night when you went home, you got a text from Seungmin.

[From: +82-362-2729 11:36pm] Hey, it's Seungmin. Do you want to go for dinner tomorrow?

[To: +82-362-2729 11:38pm] I'd love to. Let me know what time and where, I'll meet you there!

[From: Seungmin 11:40pm] I'll pick you up at 7. Be ready.

You set your phone down on your night stand, your stomach filling with butterflies as you think about your date tomorrow night. You were nervous but so excited. You really hoped it all went well.

The next morning you woke up, muddled around your apartment for a while, ran some errands and before you knew it, it was time to get ready. You started with your makeup, taking your time to make sure it was all perfect before moving onto your hair and then your outfit.

You decided on a cute black dress that wasn't too sexy but showed off enough, pairing it with a pair of black shoes. You looked at yourself in the mirror, taking one final look, until you heard knocking on your door. You take a deep breath, grabbing your purse before pulling the door open. The moment Seungmin saw you, his face went from upset to surprised.

“Wow, Y/N… you look…wow.” He says, making you blush.

“Thank you.” You smile. “You look so handsome as well.”

You close your door, locking it before heading for Seungmin's car. The entire drive to the restaurant was filled with the two of you talking about a lot of things. As it turns out you both have a lot more in common than you thought you would have. The conversation never slows down, not through drinks, not through dinner or desert. The two of you continue talking as you take a little stroll down by the river, laughing, joking and just having a truly fantastic time.

Seungmin brings you to your door, smiling widely. “I had a really great time tonight.”

“So did I.” You grin. “Thank you for everything.”

“It was my pleasure.” He says, his face inching closer to yours, slowly. “I'd like to take you out again? Maybe tomorrow night?” He whispers, his lips hovering across from yours. You can't breathe. You can't speak. All you can do is nod your head yes. He smirks as he presses his lips to yours. You immediately melt into the kiss, he places his hands on your waist, pulling you in closer. You wrap your arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss, and you fucking want more. You'd love nothing more than to pull him into your apartment by his collar and let him have his way with you. But you don't. Because that's second date stuff.

You both pull away from each other, removing your hands from each other's bodies. “I'll talk to you tomorrow.” He whispers. He leans in, planting one more kiss on your lips before turning to walk away to his car. You go inside, grinning from ear to ear like a maniac as you get ready for bed. You were so happy and that was only the first date. You couldn't wait to see what was going to happen on the second date. As you get your PJ'S on, your phone dings. You were really hoping it was from Seungmin, but when you looked, it was from a number you didn't recognize.

[From: +82-202-4740 10:42pm] You shouldn't trust Seungmin. Be careful.

[duskier]

Is Soap the crazy ex that's stealing your stuff and Ghost won't do anything about it?

cw toxic relationship, stalking, pillow humping, panty sniffing/licking

The sheer AMOUNT of asks and comments and tags I got begging for it to be fem Soap... TBH I hadn't originally Thought that but yall convinced my ass so easy!! (As if toxic lesbianism isn't my bread and fucking butter)

Soap being sooo obsessed with you- Ghost dumped her because he loves loves LOVES seeing Soap emotionally distraught but got distracted with you soon after, he forgot to take Soap back before her last bits of sanity fled her.

She starts by finding all your social media, she swears that you're posting soft launch photos of Ghost’s hand on your thigh specifically to taunt her. Of course, all that does is rile her up more, and the logical conclusion to cope with that, of course, is to break into your flat while you're away on vacation with Ghost. Serves you right for flying to the fucking Caribbean with her man.

She considers smashing everything she can get her claws on while draped on your bed, your cat purring against Soap while she pets it mindlessly. Spares herself a little maniacal smile at the idea burning your whole fucking place down- she'd wait around a corner as you'd come home and fall to your knees in agony having lost it all.

Scratching just beneath the cats chin and cooing, "Don't worry love, I'd be sure to take good care of ye. Probably better than yer mum thas' for sure."

Ultimately, she does something stranger. She spends the entirety of your remaining vacation (two weeks, one day, and seventeen hours-- bleeding Christ, Ghost never spent more than two nights at Soap’s flat) living as you. The sweet old woman across from you that you asked to check in on your cat while you were gone? Why, she's so old her eyesight is going out. She doesn't trust her memory that much either. So when she squints up at Soap, she doesn't question anything as she passes the fraud your house key.

"Back early, eh pet?"

"Ah, no, but time does fly, doesnae?"

She wakes up every morning in your perfumed, satin sheets. She brushes her teeth with your brush, your paste- licking the bristles like a sweet until all the mint flavor was gone. Showers with all your soaps and slathers herself with your expensive oils after. Looks herself in the eyes in the mirror as she puts your lipstick on. Finds any set of clothes in your closet that fit her, unafraid to play tailor to make especially pretty items fit. Doesn't care if your shoes don't fit her, she makes them fit one way or another. Eats your oats, drinks your coffee from your unwashed mug as she looks down fondly as the cat eats the breakfast Soap put out for it. When she orders out, she puts your name down. Gets a little thrill in the cafes when they call out her tea but your name, gleefully smiling as she takes the paper cup.

Takes strange men home, and by home that still means yours, so they can fuck her like a worthless whore while spitting your name. It's pornographic when Soap throws her head back and cums with a cry when a man won't stop whining your name. She can't escape the sweet smell of your perfume.

Living as you, Soap has never felt so beautiful or put together in her life. It comes as a horrible, dizzying conclusion to Soap in the dead of night: she's not mad at you anymore. She's in love with you. It has her staggering out of bed, nearly collapsing at your hamper when she finds what she was hoping for. Falling over herself back onto your bed and mounting one of your pillows, muscular hips jerking as she rubs her bare, sopping cunt against the fabric. One hand gripping the corner of the pillow, keeping it in place and imagining it was your hair in her fist. The other hand holding a pair of your underwear to her nose. She takes a grotesquely deep sniff, eyes rolling back in her head with a guttural moan. She doesn't stop even as her hips start to buck faster, more desperate. It was then Soap’s turn to whine out your name like it were a last prayer, again and again. Strong thighs flexing as her rhythym became more erratic, her body bowing forward as she chased her orgasm. Tongue daring to dart out and tasting salt, tasting you, the new love of her life, this was the straw that finally broke Soap for good.